driftfleet | Let's all hold hands and sing Kumbaya

ARRIVAL / BEACHES;

[ There's no real way for Raven to avoid how much she's not entirely comfortable with the sandy beaches and the beauty of them, stretching out before her and making her shift awkwardly. When she steps off and away from her ship she makes a beeline to look at them, quickly enough, before she decides that, perhaps, a beach time afternoon isn't on the cards for her, not right now. She's already a little sore about more than her fair share of things, and she has to push herself to step away and walk forward; thoughts of Cuba aren't going to do her any good right now.

A few hours later, though, and she's back, slipping down to sit properly and cross her arms, gazing out at the water. She's back here mostly because she can remember an afternoon conversation with Hank where had idly thought about a beach planet and how they could spend some time together - and now, of course, she has to pick the perfect spot.

It would help if she knew what a good date spot looked like. ]

HOT SPRINGS

[ And, of course, how is she able to resist the promise of a hot springs, something warm and a little self-indulgent? The showers on the Blameless aren't exactly the most exciting and while she imagines she doesn't technically need to shower at all, since she could just reshape herself to a cleaner version, it's an indulgence she thinks she might let herself have.

Standing by one of the springs, Raven transforms from blonde and dressed up to blue (and, technically, naked) before she slips into the spring and sinks down low enough for her jaw to be covered by the warm water.

Perfect. ]

SHOPS / INN

[ Last time she was on a new planet Raven hadn't had much time for shopping, mostly because she was brand new and because the things hadn't really been all that interesting. Now, though, she feels as though she has a little more reason to look around, to peer in and actually see what's going on and what people are selling, and she steps in and out of shops and inns, peeking into things and avoiding most contact - which seems to be something the locals respect.

It doesn't take her long to realise that people aren't fond of the credits she's earned and, instead, she does some work around in some of the inns - it's the same thing that she's done before, and is doing on the fleet, so there's no shame in it. When she has a little money in her pocket she's off and getting herself some little things, perusing the shops with her hair curling around her shoulders. ]

CLOSED TO HANK

[ It doesn't take them too long to set up their own little base on the new planet, and Raven is quick to make it really theirs. The money she earned - which is just acorns, but she's not going to argue - has gone straight on knitted blankets and some casual shirts for herself, and she's standing by the door, considering, before she turns back around and steps over, making her way to where Hank is doing something (reading a book, or reading something, she thinks, it's entirely possible it might be his own notes on this planet) and standing in front of him, expression soft and fond. ]

Do you remember our last date?

[he's a scientist, of course it's notes on the planet. While most people might go out and enjoy what the planet has to offer, this guy? This guy takes notes. Most of what was around wasn't something he was particular interested in - or at least, he wasn't opposed to it if he were to be dragged out to participate - but he'd gotten into the habit on the toxic moon to keep notes on almost everything, and well - he did it in Kyriakos, too, so it only made sense for him to continue that tradition.

And it's a good thing too, that he's hidden behind a notebook so she can't see how red his ears turn almost immediately. Of course he remembers it.

. . . but he's in a good mood so she gets the bratty answer]

No, I can't say I do. [he says with an even tone, but peeking over the top of the notebook, it's clear that he's joking, what with how amused he looks]

[ Raven rolls her eyes, shaking her head and forcing her smile away so that he doesn't catch wind of it before she walks over. She's reminded of a time in his lab when he had shown her a microscope and her own DNA and she had been confused, delighted and baffled all at once, and now she repeats the process that lead to it - minus the laboratory, of course. With space beside him and his head peeking over his notebook she can shift, stepping forward and just dropping herself carefully into his lap. ]

Ha ha.

[ Not that she has a problem with his bratty side. She's particularly fond of it, actually, and she shows it with how she leans up to kiss his cheek, turning her head to rest her own against his so she can peer down at his notes. ]

Then I guess we just won't have to talk about spending time together. That's a shame.

[at least he's used to that, from times long ago as well as here, and all he does in response is shifts so his arms are around her, chin hooked over her shoulder so he can pretend like he's still reading them. Sure, it means his hiding spot is no longer viable, but he can't say he minds. Not when he can turn his head to kiss her cheek in return and the words on the page don't make all that much sense anyway.

She has that effect on him]

Did you have something in mind?

I might have.

[ Raven doesn't actually mind all that much if Hank wants to spend his time sitting and reading his notes; it's not as if she wants to do anything other than settle near him and do her own thing, whatever it is she finds to occupy her time. Sometimes that might be her own book or fiddling with her device, other times it's sitting by herself in a corner and practicing using her mutation. It's enough to shock her boyfriend sometimes, but she doesn't feel comfortable not doing it, just in case.

Now, though, her attention is entirely on Hank and she smiles, leaning into him and basking in the touch of his arms around her, holding her in place - because it means he doesn't mind, that she belongs here, and the smile just won't go away. ]

I remember us talking about a beach...

raven darkholme | ota

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